What exactly had happened down below? What was going on?
No one could say for sure what had happened below. In this environment, nearly all methods of detection had lost their effect, and everyone could only wait anxiously.
Yet now that the volcano's dormant period was about to end, only a single Vermilion Bird had flown out—a Vermilion Bird from that legendary race.
Compared to the Phoenix Clan's flamboyance, the Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Symbols, was undoubtedly far more low-key. Usually, all people knew of the Vermilion Bird Clan were scattered legends. Even many ancient deities had never truly seen one.
Beneath the sunlight, that Vermilion Bird's entire body was spewing a terrifying violet-azure radiance, like a sun itself. Was the sun of legend not the Golden Crow Clan?
At this moment, it truly gave off something of that feeling.
Yet that was not the most crucial matter. What mattered most was what had happened below. At this point, even the appearance of a Vermilion Bird before their eyes could scarcely draw everyone's attention.
"Could that be the ferocious beast people mentioned before—the one that swallowed an Imperishable Realm deity in a single bite? How is it still alive?"
"My heavens, that's too terrifying! Forget the Imperishable Realm—even Sage Realm experts might find it difficult to escape! If that's the case, why did only this Vermilion Bird rush out from among more than a hundred Sage Realm deities? What exactly happened inside?"
Many had already guessed something, yet they still dared not believe it and were unwilling to accept it. If it were true, it would be an immense tragedy. More than a hundred Sage Realm deities had died together; even here on the Selection of Emperor Road, said to select an Emperor, this was enough to shake